Bea’s POV
As my mother's dark magic washed over us, I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins. Ava and I stood firm, our hands clasped together as we faced her. I could feel Arianna's presence in my mind, urging me on.
The air was thick with tension as my mother's chant reached a crescendo. The robed figures around her seemed to be drawing power from the ritual, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. I knew we had to act fast if we were going to stop her.
With a burst of adrenaline, I summoned all my strength and launched myself at my mother. Ava followed close behind, her eyes blazing with determination.
My mother laughed, her eyes flashing with amusement. "Foolish children," she spat. "You think you can defeat me? You're no match for my power!"
I dodged her initial
